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CHLOE. Even after slapping her, I wasn't satisfied. I wanted to break her in two and also hit Grayson. He was pissed that I had hit his woman, but there was nothing he could do to me. There was no way he could hit me. I left them, he was attending to his woman and I walked past them and stopped the first cab that I saw. While in the cab, all I felt was anger toward them. I wished that I could smack the shutout of the two of them and also expose Greyson for what he did to my father. I gave him a chance and he chose to ruin my family. He chose to ruin me and take everything that I stood for. However, I was going to make sure that I had my revenge. I wouldn't let him ruin me. Never! He would pay for all that he had done, from the beginning to the end. I just needed to bounce back to my feet. Getting back to Ethan’s home which was now mine, I made a mental note to go and do nothing but rest. I wanted to avoid the toxicity that surrounded the house. To my shocking dismay, I found Eth
KATHERINE. Chloe's screams pierced my ears, both sides of my eyes were filled with her cry and it made me very happy. I loved the sound of her pain. The first time Ethan brought her to the house, I thought he had brought another competition. A woman who was going to try to take my place as the only woman who could satisfy him. Although no woman had ever tried to, not his past girlfriends, they could never. When Ethan started to punish her and make her suffer, I was so happy. I was happy because she was getting a taste of her medicine. I didn't know Chloe from there. No, I didn't even know Chloe Hathaway from television as she was famous for being rich and spoilt. I knew Chloe Hathaway as a bully who bullied my older brother back in high school. She tormented his life and made him miserable. Chloe wasn't humane. She was a cruel animal. A wolf in human clothing. She was an example of that werewolf book I read only she was cruel. I hated her very much. I had never thought that
ETHAN. Everywhere was silent and dark. More than usual. I usually loved silence but not this kind. It had an air of sadness around it. There was something about it that wasn't sitting right with me. I walked through the fsr following the silence. This silence had a sound. It was drawing me in. I couldn't resist the strength of it. I wondered what was going on but I couldn't wrap my head around it. How did I end up in a situation like this, I couldn't say. All I knew was that the silence was calling my name, asking for me. Craving for me. Stepping into the living room, I beheld a scene that I had never thought I could in my entire life. I walked in and saw my mother around a neck tied to the ceiling fan. Every part of me stopped and all I did was stare at the scene. It was a shocking sight and it took some time for me to be able to interpret it. I was in so shock that every part of me began to tremble so much. Her neck we squeezed showing how the rope had squeezed life out of
ETHAN. Emily was the name of my sister. A beautiful and bubbly girl. She was always positive-minded. I used to never believe in myself. Believing in myself as a young poor boy from a poor home wasn't easy but my sister was different. She reminded me every day that life was going to get easier. Even when our mother died, she was the first to accept it. The first to believe that she had gone to a better place. She loved her mom very much, but she accepted that it was better for her to rest in heaven. My mother had done a lot for us. She struggled like a mother and would rather go on an empty stomach than do shit. She was that kind of woman. She was strong and beautiful. She was everything. Mom was the only woman I had ever loved. She showed me love even when I was nothing. She was my woman. She was my everything. I walked into the room nobody had access to. I had warned Chloe from coming here because I didn't want her to know this side of me. The side of me that was vulnerable. Nob
CHLOE. I wasn't supposed to cry. I hadn't cried in many years. Perhaps the last time I cried was when I was a baby wanting chocolate which I always got. From the age of five, I didn't have to throw tantrums to be given what I wanted. I was always given without trouble, that was the way. Mom and Dad pampered me; they loved me and they made sure that I lacked nothing. That was the life that they built for me. That was the life they chose for me. Now I had a completely different life from the one that they chose for me. Things are almost difficult for me now. They are difficult because here no one was going to give me what I wanted. No one was going to let me rest when I was tired. My movement was restricted here and they regarded me as nothing. Ethan hated me purely and he showed me that he hated me very much. He wasn't looking at me. He didn't act like he even saw me. “Are you deaf? He raised his eyes and I knew that I was doomed because he looked at me. He looked away from what
ETHAN. I stood by the window and stared into nothingness. It was six o clock in the morning and I had just came back from my morning jog. It's been two days since Chloe helped me with the proposal and today I'm going to present it to the company. A smile tugged at the edge of my lip but I quickly smoothened it out. I was impressed by her intelligence. It was good to know she wouldn't be useless and could actually help in some way. A knock resounded on the door jilting me out of my reverie. “Come in.” I said The door gently opened and granny walked in with a cup of coffee in her hands. She knew I always liked coffee after my jog and made it her duty to fetch me my coffee every morning. I've grown so used to her coffee that I never allow anyone else make it for me. Granny gently set the coffee on the table a few meters away from me. I turned and walked towards her to get the coffee. I took a sip and raised sn eyebrow when I noticed she was still standing there. “I gave Chloe the
CHLOE. “Stop!” The word forced itself out of my mouth before I could stop it. Ethan has been a jerk and he knows it. I knew he wanted to torment me since the beginning. He wanted to humiliate me and prove to me that I'm a whore. But I was not. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Is there something wrong?” Ethan asked and raised an eyebrow. I bit my eyebrow, surprised by my own action. I hadn't meant to yell at him. I reminded myself that this man could do anything he wanted to me. With him, I'm not Chloe Hathaway, I'm only his sex toy. “Nothing.” I said and plastered a smile on my face. His face showed a tad bit of irritation. He probably expected me to snap and tell him off so he could find a reason to get mad at me. “Get out, I'll call you when I need you.” He said, irritation visible in his tone. I scurried off, afraid he'd change his mind any minute soon. As soon as the bathroom door clicked shut, I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. A few minutes passed before
ETHAN. A few minutes after Chloe left, I ran my fingers through my hair. What did I just do? I just defended her from Katherine. I should have watched as Katherine bullied her but I chose to defend her instead. I made a mental note to myself that I only did that because I couldn't tolerate Katherine's guts. I walked towards my bed and plucked my phone on the nightstand to check the latest news. Truth to her word, Chloe's face was plastered on every blog I scrolled. They were calling her all sort of things, a whore, a fraudster, etcetera. By now several blogs have already shared it and her name was the top search on the internet. I tightened my hold on the phone. I was supposed to be relieved by the news. Chloe's name is getting dragged through the mud. After all, it was what I've always wanted. But yet I couldn't help the pang that I felt in my chest. She deserved everything that was happening to her. So why did I feel pity for her? I felt another emotion I couldn't decipher at the
CHLOE. The final day of trial was here and I couldn't help but feel anxious. Back to the day it started. The day my dad was arrested and jailed. The day everything soiled. All that my father had worked was ruined on that day. And I became the daughter of a fraudster. I kind of had an unsettling feeling. If everything didn't work out today, we were doomed. Father would go back to the jail he just got released from and the rumor that had mostly been buried would shoot up. Today would determine everything. My hands felt clammy as I drove toward the courtroom. My father’s future depended on this, and I could barely breathe under the weight of it all.As I stepped out of the car and headed toward the courthouse, I spotted them—Grayson and Olivia. Of course, they’d show up today. I was expecting to see them. I had rehearsed all this drama in my head before today. “Well, well,” Grayson sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “Look who we have here. The runaway bride returns after all th
CHLOE.The table quickly became so weird. I wouldn't lie, I felt so suffocating, having all of them sit with each other. Especially Eli and his inquisitive mind. I hope he won't start asking questions that would make Ethan suspect something. The duo looked alike a lot and this had me scared. However, I felt a wave of relief when David, my friend, decided that it was time for him and Eli to leave. The tension building at the table was almost unbearable. I appreciated the gesture; after all, the longer Eli stayed near Ethan, the more likely he’d notice the uncanny similarities between them as I said earlier. But just as David was about to rise, Ethan leaned back in his chair and spoke, his voice smooth and commanding as always. “You should stay. Eli seems to like it here. Come, sit down. Order whatever you want.”David hesitated, looking at me for guidance, but Eli’s eyes lit up. His hopeful expression tore at my will to make him leave. It wasn’t often that he got to enjoy moment
CHLOE. The dinner was on the second day. I spent the early evening in my room, carefully choosing my outfit. I finally settled on a sleek black dress that hugged my figure in all the right places. It wasn’t overly formal but elegant enough for the occasion. I had barely finished clasping my necklace when Eli walked into the room, his bright eyes lighting up as he saw me.“You look beautiful, Mom,” he said with a big, genuine smile. My son, he would always compliment me. I turned to him, smoothing down the front of my dress. “Thank you, sweetheart,” I replied, bending down to plant a kiss on his forehead. “What are you up to?”“Nothing much,” he said, watching me with a curious expression. “Are you going somewhere?”Before I could answer, the doorbell rang. I glanced at Eli and smiled. “Let’s go see who it is.”We walked to the door, and when I opened it, David stood there with his easy smile, looking casual and relaxed in jeans and a button-up shirt. “David,” I greeted him, a bit su
CHLOE. I did not expect Ethan to be the man my father was talking about. The good man who had brought him out of prison. The one who had bought this house for him to live in. I did not expect it to be Ethan. I knew Ethan was not nice especially because he hated my gut. Why did he suddenly do nice things for my father? Helped him get out of prison? I couldn't help but wonder as I watched him tell me the details. I had avoided this man only for him to appear in front of me like this with this sort of explanation. His words cut deep, sharper than any blade ever could. “So you didn’t finish the contract but ran away,” he began, his voice cold yet calculated, the same tone I had once known all too well. “You thought you could escape me, but no matter where you run, I’ll always find you.”I couldn’t help but scoff at his arrogance. “Helping my father was your way of achieving your aim, wasn’t it?” he continued. “I’ll go to any length to see my plans through.”I tilted my chin up, forc
ETHAN. Seeing Chloe at Grandpa’s birthday caught me completely off guard. When Grandpa mentioned inviting someone special to sing for him, I didn’t think much of it. He was insistent that no one else could perform but this person. He had said he loved her voice so much, it soothed him. When he said the artiste wouldn't come, I wanted to fight for him. To know who had refused my grandfather. We were weatlhy, there was no amount of money that we weren't willing to pay. Grandfather told me not to fight the artiste as thus could annoy her more and she might never come. Sighing, I gave in to him that day. I didn't know what was so special about the artiste that he didn't want another person to perform at his birthday party. Anyway, it was his birthday hence I respected his wish. Finally, the artiste came and it turned out to be Chloe. Chloe Hathaway was that artiste that my father was so hyped about. Honestly, I was shocked. At first, I thought that I was dreaming and it wasn't real. But
CHLOE. The next day, I was ready to perform at the old man’s house. David and Eli were ready. Eli was still teasing me, saying I wore the same color as David on purpose. It was a big lie. I felt like David wore the same color as me on purpose. “In case you don't know, David loves to copy me.” I teased in return. The car soon arrived and we all got into it. I felt a little anxious, going about the city that I once grew up in. Everything seemed different, it had been seven years since I came here, and the difference was expected. Soon, we arrived at the location. The moment I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t help but admire the grandeur of the mansion. It was breathtaking, the kind of home that made even someone from my background pause. As wealthy as my family once was, this house screamed power and riches on a whole different level. Old money. I could smell It even from the car. The kind of wealth that could never end. Even bankruptcy. Theft could never end the wealth on here. T
CHLOE. I stared at my father, shock and disbelief swirling in my chest. My breath trembled as I managed to speak, “What’s happening here? Did I somehow die or something?” I touched my body hoping that my hands would pass through it which would show that I had died. Probably there was an accident that claimed my life. He chuckled probably at how dramatic I was and then he shook his head. “No, my princess. I’m not dead and you are not dead. We are both well. Good. And I am alive!” “But then why did I get that information about your death?” I asked, my voice cracking. I felt like the ground had been ripped from under me. I saw the news. His picture was there, and it came from a legitimate source. “I’m sorry, Chloe. There’s a reason I had to do that, but I can’t explain it fully until one person is here,” he said, a heavy weight in his words. “One person?” I echoed, confusion furrowing my brow. “What does that have to do with our communication, Dad? I want to know everything right n
CHLOE. “Mom, we’re going to your home country, right?” My son, Eli, looked at me with his curious eyes, a hint of excitement in his voice. He had always been a bright boy, taking notes of things before I even spoke about them. “Yes, we are,” I replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. But I could see the concern flicker across his face. Like I said, my son was smart—he always knew when something was off.“Is something wrong, Mom?” he asked, his brows furrowing slightly.I shook my head quickly. “No, everything’s fine.” I didn’t want him to worry. Not now. There were things. People back in my home country that I was trying to avoid. However, now I had to put them on hold because of my father. He looked down at the suitcase in front of him, already packing his clothes. “Should I bring everything I have? Just in case?”“No,” I said softly. “We’re only taking a few things. We’ll be back here.” I tried to sound reassuring, but my heart felt heavy. I was working on some
ETHAN.I had to settle for a lesbian, Dane. Right now, we are more like brothers and sisters. She also has a girlfriend and she was the acting male in her relationship. It hasn't been easy with her too and she knows I couldn't fire her. She knew all about my secretary's problem hence she usually gave me attitude. Too many attitudes. Finally, I found where the error had been coming from. The two billion dollars that was missing in the company fund. I found where it came from and this made me shake my head. The little five thousand dollars. One thousand dollars which could be easily overlooked amounted to two billion dollars. I traced it back to an account which belonged to my uncle’s son. He hid this so well, how smart of him. The next second, I sent for Dane.“What do you need sir? I am on lunch break and I am speaking to the love of my life!” She said, her tone mixed with pride. Oh, Lord! “Dana, you are well aware I am your boss?” “Do you wish to unboss me, sir?” I could feel her